If you ever get a war without blood and gore, well, I'll be the first to go.
A protest song is a song that's so specific that you cannot mistake it for bullshit.
One legged veterans will greet the dawn, and they're whistling marches as they mow the lawn, and the gargoyles on sit and grieve.
Does defending liberalism leave you friendless and perhaps wondering about your breath?
God isn't dead - he's just missing in action.
She's staring down her desires, while they're staring down her dress.